carats
swearing their ritzier whisper and pinch,
over and over the nimble thumb-catch.
Noble this music, good, noble, and able.
Grandeur for soul, chums, glad glory for table.
from 32 Poems
DANA LEVIN
----
Watching the Sea Go
Thirty seconds of yellow lichen.
Thirty seconds of coil and surge,
fern and froth, thirty seconds
of salt, rock, fog, spray.
Clouds
moving slowly to the leftâ
A door in a rock through which you could see
â
another rock,
laved by the weedy tide.
Like filming breathingâthirty seconds
of tidal drag, fingering
the smaller stones
down the black beachâwhat color
was that, aquamarine?
Starfish spread
their salmon-colored hands.
â
I stood and I shot them.
I stood and I watched them
right after I shot them: thirty seconds of smashed sea
while the real sea
thrashed and heavedâ
They were the most boring movies ever made.
I wanted
to mount them together and press play.
â
Thirty seconds of waves colliding.
Kelp
with its open attitudes, seals
riding the swells, curved in a row
just under the waterâ
the sea,
over and over.
Before itâs over.
from Poem-a-Day
PATRICIA LOCKWOOD
----
See a Furious Waterfall Without Water
Never has an empty hand been made
into more of a fist, and Waterfall Without
it swings so hard it swings out
of existence. How will anyone get married
now, with no wall of water behind them?
How will Over Niagara Falls in a Barrel
marry Across Niagara Falls on a Tightrope?
Over the Falls would have worn a veil,
Across the Falls would have tied a tie,
hand in hand they would have poured
down the aisle to the sound of rustling
silks. Later they would narrow
to a lovely neck, later they would make
a gentle elbow in the water, later
they would pour into a still round pool,
and dance for three minutes to what they
called music. Niagara Falls is a family
member. He is drunk for the first time
in a hundred years. âI donât call that music
I call that noise,â would have screamed
Niagara Falls, right through his aquiline
family nose. All of Niagaraâs ex-lovers
are here. The Worldâs Steepest Dive
stands up and says, âIâve been diving
so long now, and when will I hit?
When will you be there for me, Niagara?â
First Woman Behind the Falls stands up
so everyone can see her, so everyone
can see what has happened to her looks.
âYou took the best day of my life,
      Niagara.â The Worldâs
Longest Breath-Hold stands up,
she loves him, she drew in her breath
the first time she saw him and never
breathed out again, not ever. The furious
waterfall without water he punches her
into tomorrow; the Worldâs Longest
Breath-Hold is longer now and she calls
to him from the future, âYouâre here,
youâre roaring again where I am,
Tomorrow.â Finally his first love the U-
Shape stands up. Stands up and she says,
âNiagara.â The sound curves down and up
again, even the shape of her voice is a U.
âI donât call that music I call that noise,â
says the furious waterfall without water,
trembling at the very lip, unable to contain
himself, and there he goes roaring
back into her arms.
from A Public Space
DORA MALECH
----
Party Games
Might night right sight?
âAndrew Joron
The first thing she did after we blindfolded her
and turned her in circles by her shoulders
was lunge
for where she thought her target hung
and hit tree trunk instead, with one strike
against it split the stick
in half to jagged dagger
in her
fists. The donkey gently swayed
within reach, barely grazed
and staring straight ahead with the conviction
inherent to its kind at the horizon
that a gaze
implies,
paper mane fluttering in the breeze of a near miss,
belly ballasted with melting chocolate kisses,
drawn grin belying its
thingness, rictus
of ritual and craft. Sheâs grinning
too, and